Two weeks ago, I was in the mood for pancakes. This happens exactly seven times a year. When the craving calls, I honor the pancake gods with a buttery, syrupy carb-tastic sacrifice. Midway through my ritual short stack, the waitress made an observation.
“You cut your pancakes in perfect triangles, like a pizza,” she said. “On the other hand, there’s my current husband, who just makes a mess, cutting every which way.”
Now, we can talk about how to cut pancakes, but I’d MUCH rather talk about the waitress and her use of the phrase “my current husband.” Are her current husband’s days numbered? Is it because of how he cuts pancakes, or is there a deeper issue, like infidelity, or snoring? Will her next husband be a man who cuts pancakes properly, or will she fall for one of those waffle-lovers?
Most likely her current relationship is in jeopardy because he leaves his clothing on the floor and doesn't rinse out the sink after he shaves. Oh no ... wait a minute ... that was MY last husband. Sorry.
Most likely her current relationship is in jeopardy because he leaves his clothing on the floor and doesn't rinse out the sink after he shaves. Oh no ... wait a minute ... that was MY last husband. Sorry.
(1) His days are numbered. (2) They don’t like the same shows. Also, infidelity. (3) She’s going to Waffle Town.
My current husband is a pretty awesome.
I cut my pancakes int to lines, and then into squares.